This is another Chuck idea I had!
Chuck growned as he woke. His head was throbbing. Last thing he remembered was being in the van with Casey while Sarah was out finishing up the mission.
"Bartowski, wake up!" Casey's voice growled. "Bartowski!"
Chuck groaned again as he opened his eyes. There he was tied to a chair. Casey was tied to one in front of him as well.
"What happened?" He groaned.
"We got caught, genuis. The mission failed."
"What? Where's Sarah!"
"Sarah's fine, so's Shaw," Casey said with an eyeroll. "It's us who's screwed."
"Okay, don't panic," Chuck mumbled to himself. "Everything's okay, I'm sure we can figure something out."
"Great," groaned Casey softly. "Sarah's got Shaw and all I have is this blubbering idiot."
"Hey!" Chuck glared at Casey. "This idiot also happens to be the intersect!"
"Will you shut up!" Casey hissed. "We don't know if they know that!"
"Oh right." Chuck looked sheepish.
"Like I said, great," Casey added with a mutter. "Look will you just shut up for once and let me figure things out?"
"Yeah, that's a good idea," Chuck said breathlessly. "You're the planning guy. You know how to fix these kinds of situations."
Casey's looks could have shot daggers across the room.
"Shudding up now." Chuck quickly lowered his eyes.
Suddenly two people walked in the room. One of them looked like they could kill someone with a snap of the neck. Chuck gulped.
"Keep cool," hissed Casey.
"Mr. Bartowski, is it?" The head kidnapper hissed. He blew a smoke ring into Chuck's face. Chuck coughed and looked away. "Where is the intersect, Mr. Bartowski?"
Chuck glanced at Casey who slowly shook his head.
"I...I don't know."
The other man slugged Chuck in the stomach. Chuck groaned and leaned over.
"I don't know!"
"Enough with your games, Mr. Bartowski!" A knife was pressed up against his throat. "WHERE is the intersect?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Chuck spoke so forcefully Casey almost believed him. But he could see the panic in Chuck's eys. The fear. He had to get the kid out.
"You heard the kid! He doesn't know!" Casey shouted suddenly. "So why don't you just let us go and we'll be on our merry way?" Their kidnapper laughed.
"I'm afraid it doesn't work like that, Agent Casey." He untied Chuck's hands and feet and pressed the knife against his throat. "You're coming with me, Mr. Bartowski."
"Wait! Where are you taking me? I swear I don't know where the intesect is! I swear! Casey? Casey!"
Casey yelled in rage when the door shut, leaving him alone. He struggled against his bonds but froze as he heard noises in next room. He winced as he heard the sound of a wip slashing against a skin and Chuck crying out in pain.
They were beating on the kid and Casey had to listen to it.
Great. He gritted his teeth in determination. He had to get them the hell out of there.
No matter what.
